Kuaiwen: I earn a pension by breaking through the game

Chapter 102 Women don’t have to marry (34)

The other members of the caravan also took advantage of this free time to wander around and buy some things they needed. Only Li Er and Sang Biao were left here to help her.

After the two set up the stall, they stood aside to see if there was anything else they could do to help. However, Jiang Qiucheng was so busy that he took over almost all the work.

When Jiang Qiucheng mentioned that he needed pens, inks, paper and inkstones, Li Er was a little surprised and couldn't help but ask more.

"Are you literate?"

Jiang Qiucheng was still immersed in his own thoughts and didn't react for a moment, so he nodded in confusion.

"I'm literate."

"You don't need very good paper or pen, just something that can be written normally. I have to mark it so that it won't be confused later."

She was still thinking about the work in hand, and her tone couldn't help but become a little more urging.

Seeing that she was not only literate but also able to write freely, Li Er was even more surprised. When he saw Jiang Qiucheng for the first time, although she was wearing a brand-new set of clothes, her withered yellow hair and pale cheeks , always revealing the embarrassment and shabbiness of her past life.

That's why Li Er preconceived the idea that her life was not very good and she was desperate, so she chose to go to Yuechuan to seek refuge with the elusive distant relative.

In such an environment, Li Er never thought that Jiang Qiucheng could even read.

While Li Er was stunned, Sang Biao had already "borrowed" the pen and ink from the letter writing stall nearby.

"Don't you want pen and ink? I think there are ready-made ones over there, and the boss is very nice. Let's use them first."

Before Jiang Qiucheng could say anything, the warm pen holder was thrust into her hand. When she looked up, Sang Biao had already turned away and was busy dealing with the stall owner next door.

"Hey, you're such a big guy. I said I'd lend it to you later. Do you have to be so impatient?"

"I've been waiting for several times, but you promised me, but never let go. We're just in a hurry. We need to be tolerant and tolerant."

"That sum is my meal, take it away if you ask me to. What if I lose the business now?"

"No, brother, when you go out to set up a stall and write letters, you only bring a pen? Besides, I have been observing you for a long time. No one asked you to write, so you just made circles on the paper. …”

"How can you talk like this? Just return the pen to me like this, I won't lend it to you anymore!"

"Don't be angry, don't be angry. How about we set up a stall to sell tea later and give you a pack?"

"Send it to me?...Hmm...that's okay, my hands just sore, I need to take a rest."

……

Jiang Qiucheng lowered his head the whole time and wrote on the wrapping paper at a faster pace. Listening to the chatter in his ears, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth in laughter.

Li Er, who was standing next to her, also took this opportunity to get closer. His eyes followed the movements of Jiang Qiucheng's hands, and he thought to himself that although the handwriting was a little sloppy, it could be seen that the writing movements were quite skillful. Too many pauses.

After realizing this, he couldn't help but pay more attention to Jiang Qiucheng.

A woman, a woman who has reached her age but has never been married. She has the courage to travel alone with a caravan; she has conversation and is able to convince people with her eloquence; she is knowledgeable and can read and write without difficulty... He travels all over the country. , has been to many places, and it is precisely because of his own experience that he has a different vision. In his eyes, powerful people never distinguish between men and women.

Li Er had an intuition that when this person came to Yuechuan, even if he couldn't find any relatives to seek refuge with, he might be able to carve out a small world on his own.

Under Jiang Qiucheng's quick actions, the tea leaves were quickly packed and sorted, and she sent back the used pen and ink.

"Thank you boss for the pen and ink. It has been used up now. Please send it back and keep it."

Jiang Qiucheng first gently put the pen and ink back on the desk. Seeing her smiling face, the letter stall owner's original depressed mood also dissipated a lot. However, when he looked at Sang Biao, there was still a few... Very helpless.

"Oh, by the way, this is the tea that the elder brother promised just now. I also brought it. You can take it home and try it."

Just as he was talking, Jiang Qiucheng took a package of tea leaves from his stall.

"Huh? What kind of tea is this?"

The boss of the letter stall just reached out and took it. Before he could take a closer look, he only glanced at it briefly. He saw that the tea packaging was a little different from what he had seen in the past, so he couldn't help but ask curious questions.

Jiang Qiucheng's sharp eyes saw the curious looks cast by the onlookers, so he deliberately increased his volume and explained slowly.

"We have more than one kind of tea here, including the fragrant and mellow Longjing tea; the fresh and sweet Biluochun; the mellow and sweet Tieguanyin; the mellow and smooth Pu'er tea; and the fresh and rich black tea."

"No matter what taste you like, we can take care of it here."

When Jiang Qiucheng babbled out the names of several types of tea, the letter stall owner's eyes opened wider and wider. His small eyes, which were originally narrowed due to sleepiness, suddenly became much more energetic. .

He didn't expect that he could get so many good things back for himself just by lending someone a pen and paper with a little effort.

He also likes to drink tea on weekdays, but he can only afford the coarse tea that costs three cents a bowl at ordinary tea stalls.

Whenever he held up the rough pottery bowl and looked at the light brown color in the bowl, he would always choose to sip it slowly, feeling the bitter taste with a hint of sweetness.

If possible, he would naturally want to buy some good tea and taste it at home.

It's just that he didn't have any spare money on hand, and he was embarrassed to only weigh such a few taels, so he kept suppressing it and tried not to think about it. After all, when his stomach was almost full, how could he have the time to care about these enjoyments? Things.

He already had things in his hands, but he still felt a little unrealistic in his heart. Could these people be lying to him?

The letter stall owner held the tea bag in his arms, raised his head, and asked with some uncertainty.

"There are so many kinds of tea?! Then this bag must be very expensive, right?"

"Are you sure you gave it to me? Don't regret it halfway!"

Hearing that someone here was getting something for free, some people gathered around to watch the fun.

Li Er and Sang Biao observed the crowd approaching, looked at each other in tacit understanding, and showed tacit smiles. If they can attract people to come, it means that the first step has been completed!
There is business only where there are people. If you are not afraid of crowds, you are afraid of being deserted.